November 7, 2016

Finding ...

'People are different,' she said. 'They differ even in their mad ideas, Smith.' She took her hand off him, and he felt the patch of himself where the contact had been cooling, painfully, towards solitude. Tabitha hugged both her arms around herself, and lowered her chin into her scarf. 'I find the idea of stepping off the edge of the world ... terrifying,' she said. 'Going flailing down into empty space.'

'It is worst the first time you do it,' he said. 'Then you find that you can find your way. You find that there is enough in you, to manage.'

The picture alone is so mesmerizing, and then the accompanying quote! I suppose we fling ourselves into empty space every day, in one way or another. So much is unknown, so much feels ungrounded. I loved this post.